Mpreg Birth - Blog Posts

If you have experienced rapid belly growth, unexpected pain, or feeling a mass under your navel, please reach out! There has been an outbreak of these symptoms. This applies to all genders!

You: Pregnant with something you don't understand.

Me: Willng to 'help' you amidst this outbreak.

So I kinda had this story plot for a while but I have no clue how to keep it going or how to end it but I’m going to share it. This is a story for the ship WinterSpider btw, of course.

So basically it starts about right after Bucky had saved Steve from drowning. In my mind I’m like “ I do not care that this man is enhanced he literally had to pull a man that is made of pure muscle out of water and had just survived another epic battle, he has to be wounded, or tired in some way.” With that in mind I’m thinking maybe he made his way, by stealing a car, to New York where he runs out of gas and ditches the car and proceeds by foot. He keeps getting flashbacks of fights he got into when he was younger against a some guys from Queens. My idea is that with the flashbacks happening and with Bucky still being wounded he just curls up into a ball into an alley.

Peter was patrolling around the city , in his ‘onesie’ still trying to get over the fact that he now has super powers and still trying to grieve his uncle Ben, when suddenly his newly discovered super senses had made him aware of Bucky in a nearby alley. Peter having super senses could smell blood and hear Bucky whimpering in pain.

Now from there I have no clue as to how to build a relationship between them. I absolutely adore them as a couple but I keep coming up short as to how to actually build their relationship up.

But the ultimate climax of the story would be that Bucky had forgotten about Peter until after Civil War because his brain was just a little damaged. But then a new Big Bad is coming and they need all the help they can get. Peter was never recruited by Tony and Thanos was never a thing. But there is still a major villain coming. So plot twist here is that because Peter is the only one of his species, his DNA recognizes this and basically says “ We need more beings like us.” So Peter ends up as a teen ‘parent’(but technically mother since he births his kids) with James Buchanan Barnes (Bucky) as his baby daddy. Peter just believes that Bucky up and left him when in fact James just doesn’t remember. I’m going to ask that whoever makes this story please de-age Bucky a bit so that we don’t get the Cap’s Disappointment Eyebrows. But Peter does give birth to twin boys and he has to come clean with Aunt May because well you can’t hide the fact a teenage BOY is pregnant ,with twins no less. I kind of wanted to name them James Benjamin Parker and Grant Richard Parker. To at least have the boys have something of their father’s and to honor that poor little guy that his former love always talked about being sick and still getting in fights.

Anyways I got off track. The fact is they all needed to get together to help fight of the Big Bad. Peter gets recruited by Fury as I refuse to believe we would ignore a man that could bench press 40 tons (in comics at least). As seeing he wanted to keep his family safe, he agrees to fighting. Peter makes his way into a newly reformed SHEILD ,now called SWORD, meeting room to discuss battle strategy. He had to leave his kids with Agent Hill as his Aunt was just piled in work and Agent Hill said she would be honored of watch such adorable little bundles of joy. The babies aren’t that old maybe just about 6 months old and just love being near their mom. But once coming into the room Peter is suddenly pushed against a wall in the meeting room. With a feeling of someone’s hands on his shoulders he starts to panic and wonder why his spidey sense didn’t go off. When suddenly he looks up to find a very familiar set of blue eyes. But as soon as his mind catches up to him Bucky is being pulled away by Steve who is saying “Buck calm down! He’s not an enemy he’s just some kid!” And Peter is suddenly having to look over the God of Thunder shoulder to see if Bucky was either attacking him or just surprised by his presence that he just acted without thinking. I always wanted to see a fix where Peter has a brother-ish bond with Thor. But then Bucky said a few words that made the whole room freeze “ I know you.”

And of course there has to be possessive Bucky but a overprotective brother Thor to sort of block him. But you know Bucky just misreads it as a guy trying to take away his precious Peter. If these elements can be kept I give permission for anyone to use this plot idea. This could also be a NSFW story but it could also just imply that they did it. Just saying I like those gifs just as much as the next person.

Mpreg, yeh

I gathered the strength to post this. Of course, I'm not a master at drawing pregnant men, but I've been practicing, and I think it turned out pretty well:3

Bright bought him a maternity belt so that the old man would not suffer so much~

And a few moments that add to this funny story little angst is that Edward, because of the deadly touch, namely the deadly skin, cannot touch his child without special gloves and without a sweatshirt with a mask, because Penelope will develop immunity to Edward's touches only by the age of two, which is... um, pretty sad... I'll post about this too, there's a whole comic!!!

Btw, I want to say that Edward is not transgender or smth, it's just a feature of his kind (as I posted earlier, that not only women of his kind can have children, but also men)

A Little Rendezvous Pt.2

Description: Tommy and Lucas’s baby is born in the most inconvenient place possible.

Relationship: Tommy Angelo x Lucas Bertone

⚠️Warning⚠️: Mpreg, Detailed Birth

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The baby was coming soon and the nursery still wasn’t ready. Everything was happening so fast that they’d forgotten. Tommy had went out to get all the necessities the baby needed. His old office was being renovated into the nursery. The walls were stale and boring so they had dedicated the day to painting the walls before putting the furniture in. It was hard to focus on the objective at hand when Lucas decided he wanted to help. The doctor had said the baby could come any day and rest was what he needed most. Lucas, being tired of lying in bed all day, wanted to help. Tommy couldn’t talk him out of it. He picked up a brush and got to work before Tommy could even say anything.

Tommy was working on the center wall while Lucas was working on the right side. Lucas suddenly dropped the brush and clutched his large abdomen.

“Braxton Hicks?” Tommy asked, turning to look at him.

Lucas exhaled loudly as the pain seemingly eased. “Yeah, they’ve been getting bad lately. I’m going to take a break.”

“Yeah, you do that.” Tommy dipped the brush in the paint can. “Call me if anything happens.”

“Nothing will happen,” Lucas remarked on the way out of the unfinished room.

Not even five minutes after he started back to painting there was a call coming from the living room. Tommy dropped the brush on the ground and ran to Lucas. He found him lying on the couch, pain written on his face.

“What’s the matter?” Tommy grabbed his hand.

Lucas winced as he tried to get a word out. “The baby…my water broke.”

Tommy looked down at the crotch of his pants. There was a darkened spot in between his legs. It was happening.

“Can you walk?” Concern laced his voice.

“Yeah, I think so. The pain isn’t that bad yet.” Lucas lifted himself up to a seated position.

Tommy helped him stand. Lucas shifted most of his weight onto him as they walked to the car. He lowered him down into the seat, shutting the door after making sure he was fully in. As he backed out of the driveway, a small smile crept onto his face at the thought that when they return, they’ll have their baby with them.

“How you’re holding up?” Tommy briefly turned to look at him, seeing him slouched in the seat.

“I’m doing okay.” Lucas breathed out a strangled breath.

Tommy put a little bit more pressure on the gas pedal, picking up the speed slightly. Even though he appeared to keeping it together, he felt like he was going to pass out. He hadn’t taken a decent breath ever since Lucas told him that he was in labor and his heart was beating two times faster than its normal rate. The fact that they were going to meet their daughter or son after so long of waiting kept him grounded.

The reflex of his foot smashing on the brake to avoid hitting the back of the car in front of them ripped him out of his head. Sounds of cars honking and angry curses echoed around them. It was a traffic jam. Tommy got out of the car to get a better look at what could be the cause. Several blue lights from police cars and the red lights of an ambulance could be seen many feet ahead of the backed up lanes, a car accident most likely.

“Looks like we’re going to be here for a while,” Tommy grumbled, craving a cigarette.

“Tommy, this baby doesn’t have a while,” Lucas cried, unbuttoning his pants. “You’re going to have to deliver the baby.”

“I don’t know a single thing about delivering a baby.” Tommy held onto Lucas’s trembling hand. “I-I can run up there and get a paramedic real quick.”

“Tommy—ah—I can’t hold this baby in any longer, even for that.”

Tommy saw the desperation on his face. There were no workarounds. He got out of the car and hurried to the passenger side. Lucas tugged down his pants. The baby was starting to crown. Tommy readied his hands.

“Push on three. One…two…THREE!” Tommy counted.

Lucas screamed, cursed, and cried. Tommy didn’t have to do much of anything, except keep his hands steady, preparing for the grand entrance of their baby in the passenger seat of his car. The baby’s head was already out with that one push. He held his hands around the head as support.

“Tommy get it out, please.” Lucas screamed, a single tear of pain rushing down his cheek and dripping off his chin.

Tommy spoke softly, “You’re doing so good. Just a couple of more pushes and the baby’ll be out. One…two…three, push!”

Lucas took in a deep breath and pushed, bringing his chin to his chest. More of the body came out into his hands. Tommy looked into Lucas’s squinted blue eyes and nodded, giving him the okay to push again. He called out Tommy’s name as his body worked extra hard. At the release of a single breath, a new sound filled the tense air of the car. A squirming baby wailed loudly in Tommy’s hand.

“We have a son, Luke.” Tommy lifted the baby up, carefully placing him in Lucas’s arms.

“Hey, baby boy,” Lucas whispered to the newly born child.

When the chaos of the last 40 minutes cooled down, Tommy helped Lucas position himself back into seat correctly. The traffic was moving very slowly. Now that the baby was born, Tommy could get the attention of the paramedics. He made sure Lucas would be okay if left alone for a bit and ran to the scene ahead of them. The police officers were still investigating the scene while another was directing the long line of cars as only one lane was opened.

He saw the wreckage. The car didn’t even look like a car anymore . It was just a crumpled up metal ball. A semi was parked on the closed lane. The front of it was completely destroyed.

“Only officers and medical personnel, sir. Go back to your car,” the officer demanded, holding him back from walking any further.

“I need some medical assistance. My boyfriend just had a baby in our car,” Tommy stated.

The officer went to one of the paramedics, who then disappeared into the ambulance.

“We’ll have another ambulance dispatched here as soon as possible. Now go back to your boyfriend and wait for us to come get you,” the officer explained.

“Thanks so much, sir.” Tommy shook his head.

“No problem, son.” Tommy started to walk away. “And congratulations on your kid. Is this your first child?”

“Yes, sir, it is.” He nodded.

The officer smiled and chuckled. “First child born in a traffic jam. Sorry that we kept you from getting to the hospital. These things kinda happen randomly and out of our control.”

“No, I understand. I’m just happy my boyfriend and baby are safe.”

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They made it to the hospital almost an hour after their son was born. Lucas was settled down in a hospital bed, holding their son, Arlo. Tommy sat next to him, brushing Arlo’s black hair gently with the tip of his index finger. He loved him so much and already couldn’t imagine his life without him in it. The feeling of fatherhood was a feeling he enjoyed very much.

The nurse walking in tore their eyes away from their son for the first since they got there.

“Sorry for interrupting you, but you have a visitor.”

The officer from earlier walked through door from behind the nurse. He was carrying a bouquet of flowers and a tiny gift bag.

“Just wanted to drop this gift off to pay for the troubles of having wait in traffic during your whole ordeal.” The officer, who introduced himself as Officer Vianni, set the bouquet on a nearby table and handed Tommy the gift bag.

Tommy peeked into the bag. It was a baby bonnet. He carefully put it on Arlo’s head. Tommy stood and hugged the officer.

“Thank you so much.” Tommy pulled away from the hug.

“Sir, you really didn’t have to do this.” Lucas chimed in.

“I wanted to do this. Give little—uh”

“We’ve named him Arlo,” Tommy told.

“Give little Arlo a good life.”

The officer tipped his hat before he left. Tommy kissed Lucas and Arlo’s foreheads. Their son’s birth didn’t go like they planned, but Tommy couldn’t be happier. He had his son and his boyfriend. His life was complete.

Water Baby

Description: Sam and Paulie welcomes their new baby in a much more peaceful manner.

Relationship: Paulie Lombardo x Sam Trapani

⚠️WARNING⚠️: MPREG, DETAILED BIRTH

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Paulie hugged Sam, hands wrapped tight around his neck, as another painful contraction coursed through his abdomen, back, and groin. He’d been in labor for several hours, starting that morning during breakfast. They had agreed to do a home birth, believing it would be a lot more peaceful and calming than going to the hospital. Paulie was regretting listening to Sam that night. He wanted to be drugged out of his mind. At least, he wouldn’t be able to feel like his body was tearing itself apart from the inside out. His whole body ached. As his labor progressed, the contractions became closer and he never got a break.

The only thing keeping him sane was Sam. Even though he was half of the reason why he was in this position, Sam being there made it easier to focus.

“Fuck, this shit hurts! Ah!” Paulie groaned, gritting his teeth.

“I know, I know. But look at it this way, sweetcheeks, we’re finally going to have our baby.” Sam comforted.

Paulie panted, looking up at Sam. “I never thought there would be a moment in my life…where I would hate you…but that… moment has come.”

“What did I say wrong?” Sam asked, offended.

“You talked me into not going to the hospital. I wouldn’t be going through this pain if I’d got an epidural.”

Sam felt a burst of guilt struck him. He was so excited about the baby that he’d forgotten about the fact that it was Paulie’s decision. Paulie was looking for comfort and relief while Sam wanted the luxury of having the baby in their own home. He was being selfish.

“Let’s try and see if a bath would ease the pain some,” Sam suggested, kissing Paulie’s cheek.

He guided him to the bathroom. Sam turned on the faucet, mixing cold and hot water into the tub. Paulie plopped down on top of the closed toilet lid. His soft breathing had turned into hums.

“What’s with the humming?” Sam held his hand under the running water in order to avoid it getting too hot.

His eyes were closed shut. “The pain…worse.”

Sam turned off the faucet once the tub was almost filled to the top. He removed his and Paulie’s clothing. They carefully lowered themselves into the bathtub. Paulie was lying in between Sam’s legs, his head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you feel better?” Sam asked, placing his hands on Paulie’s bump.

He nodded. “Much.”

Paulie eventually fell asleep. Sam sat there, rubbing his belly, enjoying the movement of their child. His skin became distorted as the baby kicked and squirmed inside his womb, looking like it was going to burst right through his belly button. Sam planted many kisses on Paulie’s neck while he slept.

This was the most peaceful this day had been. Him and his husband in the bath, awaiting for their child to make a sign that they’re coming.

Sam was almost asleep himself when he felt Paulie’s body jump. An instant scream came from him.

“W-What’s happening?” Sam questioned.

Paulie pulled up his legs. “Need…to…push.”

“Can you get up?”

“No, Sammy. I can’t…move at all.”

Sam helped hold Paulie’s legs up. This baby wasn’t going to wait anymore.

“Push, Paulie. Give it all you got,” Sam instructed.

Paulie screamed as he pushed, back arching. Sam searched in between his legs with his hand. He felt some hair that wasn’t Paulie’s emerging from him. The head was crowning.

Paulie screamed again. Tears streamed down his face.

“It fucking burns. Why the fuck is it burning?” Paulie yelled.

“The head is coming out, that’s why. Don’t push. Breathe until the head fully comes out.”

Paulie breathed in and out in a steady beat. Sam kept his hand hovered over his groin. The baby’s head gradually began to move down. Paulie squeezed onto the towel bar that hung on the wall, breath becoming ragged. Then, the head fell into Sam’s hand.

“Head’s out. There you go.” Sam kissed him again. “You’re doing amazing, sweets.”

“Can I push now?” Paulie winced.

Sam gave him the green light. Paulie took some deep breaths before screaming at the top of his lungs. The baby slipped out more. Sam could feel a shoulder poking out. Paulie pushed again, releasing the other one.

“One more push, sweets. We have one more push then we can meet our baby.” Sam patted Paulie’s stomach. “Come on. Let’s bring our baby into this world.”

Paulie beared down. There was a massive relief. The baby was out. Paulie pulled the baby out of the water and on to his chest. There was a moment of fear as the baby wasn’t crying. Paulie pinched the newborn’s butt a few times, causing a loud shriek to echo through the room.

Paulie looked down at the baby to check the gender. “We have a little girl, Sammy. A perfect daughter.”

Sam brushed their daughter’s thin, black hair. “I-I always wanted a daughter. Do you have a name for her?”

“Evelina. My mother’s middle name. You can have the honor of choosing her middle name.” Paulie made a little laugh as she latched on to him.

“Mirabelle. Evelina Mirabelle Trapani.”

“Beautiful,” Paulie commented.

They stared at their daughter, who was now in the middle of having her first meal. She began to open her eyes for the first time. They were blue. Blue eyes, black hair, and pale skin. She was a copy of Sam.

After the cord was cut and the afterbirth was expelled and disposed of, Sam helped them dry off and get dressed. The couple stood over the bassinet that was set up next to Paulie’s side of the bed, staring down at the infant as she slept.

“You did absolutely amazing, Paulie,” Sam complimented, stroking Paulie’s cheek.

“You did, too, Sam. I can’t believe that we’re fathers now.” Paulie leaned onto Sam, unable to look away from the baby.

Garden of Eden Pt.9 *Last Part*

Description: Henry and Joe rescues Vito from the hands of Mickey Desmond.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Detailed Birth

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Joe and Henry had gotten the counterfeit money an hour after discovering the note. They organized the money in a briefcase, placing real bills on top to make it look even more convincing. Henry raced to the location. The scent of mold scurried into his nose upon entering the abandoned prison. Homeless people were scattered around the building, making the old cells their bedrooms. They were minding their business, going on about their night. Henry was starting to think they had the wrong place with the calm demeanor of the homeless. One would think they would be alarmed to see a pregnant person being taken against his will, but they treated it like it was a normal occurrence.

Henry and Joe made it to where they were keeping Vito. There he was. It seemed like it’d been an eternity since the last time he saw him. He kissed him, missing the feeling of his lips. His body was soaked in sweat.

“You have to hurry and get me out of here. I think the baby’s coming soon,” Vito stated.

“How many contractions have you had?” Henry asked, brushing his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of the way.

Vito thought for a second. “Two or three.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.” Henry reassured, not believing his own words.

“Alright, alright. Enough. Show me the money.” Mickey interrupted.

Joe opened the briefcase. Mickey and one of his goons looked into it. He nodded his head, pleased with what he saw. The goon took the briefcase away from Joe. Mickey signaled another one to untie Vito. Vito immediately ran to Henry and embraced him. A contraction hit him the moment he wrapped his arms around him. Henry placed a hand on his bump, flinching when he discovered how hard it had become. Vito took steady breaths. He let go once the contraction was over. Henry ordered him to go wait outside for them as they were about to initiate the second part of the plan. Vito waddled out. Henry grabbed the handle of his Semi that was hidden by his jacket and was stuffed into the waistband of his pants.

“Mickey?” Henry called, preparing to whip out the weapon.

“What else do you want?” Mickey complained.

Henry smirked. “I almost forgot something.”

Without giving them any time to react, he shot Mickey in the middle of his eyebrows. His limp body fell to the ground. Him and Joe took cover behind the crumbling walls and finished off the rest. When the dust had settled, Henry had to check if he was still alive by the end. He was in disbelief that one of Joe’s plans had gone off without a hitch.

They could celebrate the accomplishment later. Vito needed help. He and Joe hurried outside to see Vito in a squatting position. Henry crouched in front of him to see that his eyes were held closed and he was gritting his teeth. Vito made a loud groan, hands shooting to cradle his stomach.

“How far is the hospital?” Vito asked, leaning his forehead against Henry’s shoulder. “She’s coming now. I can feel her.”

“Oakwood, I think it is,” Joe answered.

“Oh, fuck! I won’t make it that far. The house is closer. Just take me there.” Vito tugged on Henry’s shirt, the pain increasing.

Henry wanted to protest. He heard a dripping sound hit the ground under them. A wet patch grew on the crotch of Vito’s pants. His water broke. What he wanted no longer mattered. Getting the baby out safely was what mattered now.

He lifted the laboring man up and put him in the backseat of the vehicle. Henry got in next to him to make sure he stayed calm. Joe cranked up the car. It was race against time. Vito worked to hold out until they reached the house.

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When they arrived at the house, Vito relaxed his body that was tensed up in fear from Joe’s erratic driving. Before the car was able to fully brake, Henry hopped out of the car and sprinted to the other side. He helped Vito stand up. Vito threw an arm around Henry’s back. They dashed to the front door. Joe fumbled with the keys, struggling to get to the right one. Vito squeezed onto Henry’s blazer as he felt another contraction flow through him. He kept control of his breathing, counting each breath in his head. After what felt like forever, Joe pushed open the door.

“Joe, help me get him to the bedroom.” Henry ordered.

“No, I won’t make it up there. God, it feels like she’s in between my legs.” Vito moaned. “Get me to the couch.”

“But Vito-“ Henry started.

“GET ME TO THE COUCH! IS IT THAT HARD TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND?” Vito yelled, wanting to kill Henry at the moment.

They gave in to his request. Vito lied back on the couch with his head resting on the armrest. Henry pulled down his pants and underwear. Joe instantly gagged at the sight in front of him.

“Is it just me or does your baby have a weird head, Henry?” Joe swallowed the vomit that began to brew.

“Oh, shit! The baby’s breeched.” Vito could see the color from Henry’s face drain.

Vito didn’t have time to process the information before another pain hit him. He pushed this time, aware that the baby would be having trouble getting out. The baby moved down, but not much to make any difference. He panted, using the few seconds he had between contractions to gather himself.

“You’re going to have to push harder than that.” Henry looked up from between in his legs.

“We should’ve wore a goddamn condom.” He groaned, gripping his thighs to prepare for the next push.

He bared down. His chin pressed down on his chest. Again, the baby moved down a bit. The pain was getting unbearable, especially since the baby was facing the wrong way. Vito wasn’t going to let her get harmed because he couldn’t handle the pain however. He counted to three in his head and pushed, an involuntary scream exiting his mouth. Seeing that his nails were starting to dig into the cushions of the couch, Joe held onto his hand.

“Come on, Vito. You can do this.” Joe coached, brushing back his hair.

Vito moaned. “This shit is going to kill me.”

“Vito, you managed to survive World War 2. I’m pretty sure you can survive pushing a baby out of your ass.” He bragged.

“That’s easy to say for someone who’s never had a baby in their life.” Vito smiled.

“And I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.”

The joking around was brief. Vito stared into Joe’s eyes as he pushed once more. His grip on Joe’s hand strengthened. Joe swatted at him in an attempt to get him to release the hold.

“Fuck, Vito. You’re going to take my hand off. I need these.” Joe rubbed the bruised area.

“Sorry, Joe. This just fucking hurts,” Vito apologized. “Is she almost out, Henry?”

“Barely. On the next contraction, give me all you got.”

Vito listened. He screamed, using every muscle in his body in this push. He saw Henry shuffle along with a brief release of pressure.

“Oh my god, her legs are out.” Henry cheered. “Joe, go get some large towels, string or a shoelace, and a pair of scissors.”

Joe left to collect the things. Vito relaxed his hands on his belly, noticing the difference in its size. It had grew significantly smaller. He smiled. The thought that his child was almost born excited him. He’d been waiting for this moment for nine months. It wasn’t going the way he thought it would, but his baby would finally be here. Safe. No more worries of the O’Neills trying to kill them. They could, hopefully, enjoy being parents.

“You were right, Vito. You’re having a girl. A few more pushes and she’ll be out,” Henry announced. “Push!”

“Fuuuuck!” Vito cursed, using everything within him for the push.

“There you go, babe. One more push and she’ll be out.”

Vito took in a deep breath, puffing his chest out. With a high-pitched scream, he pushed one last time. He collapsed onto the couch. There was no more pain. A soft cry filled the air. Henry lied the tiny body on his chest. Vito snuggled the baby close to him. An instant wave of love poured over him.

He was about to announce the name he had thought of, having kept it a secret throughout the rest of his pregnancy, when he felt another heavy cramp.

“Oh! I think the doctor was right.” Vito grunted, feeling another urge to push.

“W-What are you talking about?” Henry became concerned again.

Vito groaned. “I think I’m having twins. I have to push again.”

Henry got back in between his legs. Fortunately, this one wasn’t breeched and came out with a lot more ease, coming out with only three pushes. The second baby was a boy. Henry lied him next to his sister. Both babies cried in unison.

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful. You did a great job, honey.” Henry moved next to him to get a look at the babies. “What are you going to name them?”

“Marianna Alessia Tomasino after my mother and….and…Matteo Henry Tomasino after you.” Vito looked up at Henry with a soft smile.

“Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.” Henry kissed his nose.

Vito was about to say something when he was bothered by another cramp. He was about to freak out, believing it was a third baby at first. Thankfully, was the afterbirth begging to be released. Henry quickly cut the cords. Vito expelled the unneeded tissue, marking the separation from him and the unexpected twins. After 9 months, they were now their own person. Henry disposed of the afterbirth.

Vito was in bed feeding Matteo a bottle once they were all cleaned and Vito himself had gotten some food in his body. Henry was sitting next to him giving Marianna a bottle as well. Joe watched them at the foot of the bed, amazed by the sight before him.

“Wow. Vito Scaletta’s a father. I can’t believe it,” Joe commented.

“You want to hold one?” Vito asked, periodically taking the bottle out of Matteo’s mouth, which caused him to whimper. “Here. You’ve only been out the womb for an hour and acting like I’m starving you.” He reinserted the bottle to prevent him from full on crying.

Joe nodded, trying to hide the clear excitement.

“Marianna is not as fussy as Matteo right now.” He carefully stood from the bed.

Joe extended his arms. Henry gently placed the newborn in his hands, adjusting them to support her entire body and head. She stirred a little, opening her blue eyes for a brief second. Joe brushed the tip of his finger through her soft, brown hair.

“Hey, I’m Uncle Joey,” Joe introduced in a quiet whisper.

A lot had happened that eventful night. It started with Vito being kidnapped and held for ransom, unsure whether or not he would make it out alive. Then, it ended with him giving birth to twins on the couch, one being breeched. However, he would go through it all over again if it meant he’d end uo surrounded by his little family. The family he prayed for.